Liath fell to the ground with Red's light tackle. She hated having to pretend to lose to someone she could beat.But at least her amazing dramatic actress skills could finally be used for a good reason.She pretend to struggle under Red."Bite my throat," she whispered, "Don't bite hard enough to kill me, though. My leader will call it off if you try to kill me."

Marcios bared his white teeth fiercely as he looked upon the fight. Both Azar and Liath had been pinned by the loners, and neither of them were rebelling against there opponents. Only when the leader's amber eyes caught sight of blood trickling down Liath's neck did his muzzle lift to the sky and his blood-curdling howl shade the camp with anguish and fury."Liath and Azar have been defeated," he rasped angrily, "The loners are victorious. Therefore, I must be held to my word. Stranger wolves of the North, you my stay within the fortresses of my pack's ranks until you see fit to leave. You must hunt, fight and die if need be for the Pack of Never Ending Winter whilst you live as one of our own. That is all."With that, Marcios swung round and leaped off the leader's rock and headed towards his den, trusting his pack mates to treat the newcomers with hostility.

Liath looked up as her Alpha and friend (Well, not exactly friend. No one could get close enough to Marcious to call him a friend) marched off.Liath immediately threw Red off of herself. She growled at the wolves who tried to come near her as she limped towards her den.She didn't want her packmates to now pity her or even look down on her. It was a fake battle! But as much as Liath couldn't stand to lose, she couldn't stand to kill even more.She entered her den, huffing. She lay down and began to lick the small wounds on her legs. She tried to lick at the bite marks on her throat, but she couldn't reach them very well. They didn't hurt very much, but she couldn't stand the constant and slow drip of blood.She secretly hoped Azar would join her here.

Azar entered " I'll help you clean your wounds." He barked, sitting next to her. He licked the bite wounds on her neck. As he helped her, he breathed in her scent, it smelled sweet, even though she'd just been in a battle.

Red stared at Tarlio for a moment, ", You know we didn't really win. Still, nice job with the headbutt."

The loner returned to the den they had rested in earlier and slumped down on the moss and leaves. He let out a long sigh. They had done it. He and Red were safe for now. Turning his head, Tarlio began to lick at his wounds tenderly, trying to clean them as best as he could.

Red nudged him slightly ", Hey, Are you alright. I mean, no serious injuries?" She sat down as she spoke softly, which was unnatural for her. Reds brown fur appeared red with reopened wounds, new wounds, and most of all, blood. She sighed, while waiting for an answer she cleaned her wounds up and washed off the blood.

Azar gasped in pain as he fell on to the ground. He got up quickly though", I'm fine, I'm fine I don't need help." He barked, mostly reassuring himself. Azar stared at Laith " Get your wounds checked when we get to the medicine den." He said, feeling worried for her, he loves her after all.

Ooc: Maybe you could use Brisgean or Rakaborix as a 'medicine wolf'? It's just a suggestion:)

Tarlio forced a out a smile through the pain in his wounds, "I think I fine. I just need a rest. How about you?"The russet wolf continued to clean his scars, wincing as his rough tongue passed over them.